08-25-2020, 10:40 PM
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This was fun. This was good. Georgia liked having somebody to spar with, to push around. It was like letting down her guard in a way that she trusted. Sparring was all adrenaline; all sand under her feet and hair in her face and water at her fingertips. She loved the rush; she lived for it. It reminded her of the days she would practice with her father; they could only go so far, of course, because her father was fully mortal. He spent most of the sessions throwing things at her, sharpening her reflexes.
When Deniz reached out for support, his hand came on a little too strong. Georgia jerked backwards, knowing the water could only come from her side. She successfully dodged his attack - first time this session. "Oh, don't play dirty, De! You won't like how that ends!" Gia dug a foot into the sand, flinging it upward to kick sand into his face. She danced backwards a few feet for range and time, whistling. "How's the sand taste? I hear these beaches are particularly pristine!"
When Deniz reached out for support, his hand came on a little too strong. Georgia jerked backwards, knowing the water could only come from her side. She successfully dodged his attack - first time this session. "Oh, don't play dirty, De! You won't like how that ends!" Gia dug a foot into the sand, flinging it upward to kick sand into his face. She danced backwards a few feet for range and time, whistling. "How's the sand taste? I hear these beaches are particularly pristine!"
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags